what is it with me and toll booths? i have way too many odd stories that center around toll booth operator mishaps. today as i was pulling through the automatic lane, 30 cents ready to throw into the oblivion that is the toll machine, a worker came across and stuffed a large piece of cloth in the change gathering hole. doh! i didn't know what to do, so i pulled up a bit, was yelled at by the worker to throw my money in and go, and proceeded to do so. my nickel landed perfectly in the cloth, my quarter amazingly hit the side of the gatherer, bounced high into the air, and landed flat on the side of the toll booth. no shit. this really happened. i was dumbstruck. then i slammed on the gas.

today was a really good day. its 830 central time and i'm exhausted. i'm 85 miles from work and about 7plus hours from waking. i am currently living between my apartment and my mom's house and my car. my apartment is half empty and my mom's house is undergoing renovations. its incredible how you can exist in so many different places at once.

recently i made an effort to be honest with someone who has hurt me for a long time. as a result i've reconnected, hopefully for the best, with an old but very good friend. so for once i didn't run from confrontation and it worked out well. if only i wasn't such a wuss all the time.

remind me all to write about all the important things that you always leave behind. i've got great thoughts on that one, full of sentimentality. denise would cry if she knew what i was going to write, being so far away in l.a. she has to love the card jeff and i made for her. i send all my most vivid and strong energy out her way, where she is exhibiting enough courage for all of us i think.

peace.